"Just get over it Finley, you're going to family dinner." Steph yelled at me.
She was pissed.
I was being pissy and I knew it, but I had every right to be. Or at least that's what I was telling myself.
"I'm not even kind of ready." I pulled the blanket up further over my body.
"Do I look like I care?"
"Yes. You seem to care about this whole thing a lot." I snapped back at her.
She sighed and tried to regain her composure. "I don't know what's going on with you and Matts, but I don't even think he's going. And if he is, then who cares. By moving here, you knew that I wasn't going to let you stay in your room like you were at home. I'm okay with every once in awhile, but it's been a few days. You need to shower, and get out, or we're calling Dr. Parker."
This got my attention. And she knew it.
I threw the blanket off myself, and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
As much as I didn't want to admit it, Steph was right. I needed to shower, and snap out of this funk. I was hopelessly homesick. And Auston had been avoiding me. He had been over, but our conversations had been kept to a minimum. I hated his hot and cold. I didn't do anything and now he wouldn't talk to me. Was it the fact that I hadn't put out for him? Was I not as easy as he thought?
Whatever it was, my extra pills were helping me not care as much.
I took a longer shower than I probably should have, but when I got out, I was looking more human like. I put on some simple eye makeup and blow dried my hair. My hair was not cooperating as well as I would have liked, so I was going to make a peace offering with Steph, and make my hair look better at the same time. I pulled on a baggy sweater, and some leggings. I paired my outfit with some combat boots for an edgier look, and went over to Steph's room.
Their door was open as I got to it, so I knocked lightly as I walked in. Mitch was spread out on the bed, watching tv, and Steph was stepping out of their bathroom, ready to go. She looked perfect, as always, but gave me a scowl as she saw me.
"Can you dutch braid my hair?" I asked nicely, giving her a sheepish grin.
She sighed, but walked back into her bathroom, and I followed her in.
She pulled out the stool to her vanity, and I sat down on it in front of her.
"Two?" She asked, and I nodded.
"I'm sorry." I looked at her in the mirror.
"I know. Me too."
"I'm missing my friends and it's stressful being in a new city, and Auston. I'm trying." I tried to explain.
"I know. I didn't mean to throw Dr. Parker in your face. I just hate seeing you so upset."
"Why do we have to be so damn stubborn?" I laughed.
"Because we have that stubborn blood that our dads do."
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Where Do We Go From Here? [A.Matthews]Fanfiction
Finley needed an escape. And Toronto was the perfect place. A free place to stay and the best cousin a girl could ask for. But of course things couldn't be that easy. ------------- All photos & gifs in this story are not my property. All story line...